She will be bred, but first she must be trained.
The moment Captain Sten Torian stepped off his ship, Quaia knew the fearsomely handsome Vokl warrior would be preparing her for mating in a very different way than tradition dictates.
After a humiliating public examination, she finds herself being led through the corridors of his ship naked, wet, and blushing, with her thoroughly punished bottom still sore inside and out.
But no matter how shamefully he masters her helpless virgin body, with every stern lesson in obedience her need for this alien brute to claim and ravage her merely grows more desperate.
Author: Samantha Madisen
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Length: 51,800 words
“You are aroused again,” he mused, rolling up the other sleeve. “Your scent fills the space.”
She hung her head lower. So much for avoiding humiliation. Hot shame made her cheeks flush. She forced herself to think about the last time she’d seen him. How he’d sent her away like he was dismissing a pupil or a prisoner. She tried to remember the sting of that rejection. Being in his presence again made it all but impossible.
“Now. Do you think that punishment will serve as a sufficient reminder to do as I say?” he asked.
She nodded, still staring at the table in front of her. She drew in a sharp breath when he put a finger on her chin and turned her head to look at him.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I—it will,” she stammered.
“Good. As for removing the stretching device from your back hole…” He trailed off and furrowed his brow, pensive. Brought a finger to his mouth and tapped his lips three times. After a long silence that began to turn uncomfortable, he straightened and stood up tall again. “Close your legs and turn to face me,” he ordered.
She did what he asked. Pushing back off the table, she turned toward him, fingers fumbling with the elastic of her pants in the hopes he’d finally let her pull them up and cover herself.
“No,” he said, pointing at her hands. “Leave those as they are.”
She let go of the material, shaken by an internal excitement that gripped her.
He moved toward her and reached for the bottom of her shirt with both hands, lifting it over her head. Her breasts came tumbling out as he raised it past them. His hands moved down her body, fingers sliding over her back and her ribs, sparking a ticklish response that would have made her laugh if not for the seriousness of the situation. Instead, she trembled in his hands and goosebumps traveled over her skin.
His hands moved lower, and then over the fresh welts on her bottom, as he lowered his own body in a crouch. She became absorbed in his caress, her eyes falling closed as he slid the pants down, past her knees. His breath was hot and filtered into the thatch of her pubic hair, and she believed for a moment that his lips would touch her there. Instead, she heard the soft thump of her pants falling to her ankles, and then his hands were withdrawn from her skin, making her eyes flutter open.
He took a step back, his eyes raking down her body.
Instead of turning her gaze, she eyed him like a hawk hunting its prey. Her heart fluttered when his gaze paused at her chest, then dropped to her exposed womanhood. She tried to resist it but found herself consumed by the heat it brought between her legs as he inspected her. Against her own advice to herself, she found herself wanting him to approve of what he saw, to reach out to touch her tenderly.
He stepped around her and toward the exit.
She heard the hatch slide open and her face began to burn hotter. What in the Seven Suns was he going to make her do next? Would he invite an audience to share in her shame? Her stomach twisted with a new, cool sensation.
“Follow me, please,” he instructed.
Her stomach sank. Slowly she turned to face him. When two guards walked past the room and turned their heads, she gasped. They stared at her wide-eyed for what felt like an eternity. When they finally noticed Torian they quickly shuffled off down the gangway. “You can’t be serious,” she said in a whisper.
“I do not play games,” he replied. Took three steps toward her. “You will learn to obey my orders precisely. You are experiencing shame now, yes?” he asked.
She clenched her jaw and glared at him, her resistance returning. “That’s none of your business,” she snapped.
“It is exactly my business. I have long studied your race. You have a knack for internalizing a lesson quickly with the right reinforcement. This is my version of reinforcement. We will walk to your quarters, disrobed, so that all can see your inability to obey. I will remount the trainer into you. Then we will return here for the next lesson.” He issued a simmering look at her. “Only obedient girls wear clothing.”